Bones
Lay bare
The stones
Removed
The witch
Gets welcomed
By the breath of doom
Shrines
Of slumber
Disturbing
Endless rest
Her magic
Unblessed
By a mancy of death

The body's dead but though it speaks
Midnight's calling the deceased
An omen for the dead to come
The spells are cast the rite is done
Necromantique nun

Baalat ob
The body starts to rise
Seals
Unlocked
A candle
Enlights the grave
Her voice
Doth summon
The ghost
Has finally come
Dead eyes
Do glow
Kischuf
Is on the run

Familiar
Spirits
Invoked
Secret lore
The evil
Woman
Had cursed
En-dor
She brings
To life
Whatever
Once has lived
No call
Unheard
No body
Shan't resist

09. Invoked From Carrion Slumber

Zephanya
The witch has come
Mantic foreseer
Grants her summon
Necromancya
Falls upon

The ghost does hover close nearby the temple stones
A magic wand does serve the rite
Blessing all the rotten bones

The presence's called
But bystanders fail to see
The body's raising upright in front of thee
Paleful eyes do point to oblivion
The gates of doom had outcast its mortal one
Scrolls unfold, sigils break
Words invert its meaning dread
Singing her unholy spells
To summon up the ancient dead
All foul flesh has fallen down
Exhume the corpse while bones do crumble
Blaspheme the grave, exalt death's crown
As invoked from carrion slumber

All flesh has fallen down
Exhume the corpse
Bones do crumble
Preserving Sheol's crown
For those invoked
Out of their slumber